Submissions by Everavalon
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The serpents tongue is liquid and claims to be wise
The raven and the peacock
Smothered in melancholy,
words left unspoken—
a stillness so sullen
as if blackness was all that I stood for
And the colours;
the ones that sting my iris
are the lifeblood of the audience
in unrelenting ovation
and the colours started streaking
The streaks formed opinions
Opinions formed persuasion
And I just stood there— blunted
A pinch of crimson introduced itself to my dark—
as a reminder of a lost abundance
the flair of...
words left unspoken—
a stillness so sullen
as if blackness was all that I stood for
And the colours;
the ones that sting my iris
are the lifeblood of the audience
in unrelenting ovation
and the colours started streaking
The streaks formed opinions
Opinions formed persuasion
And I just stood there— blunted
A pinch of crimson introduced itself to my dark—
as a reminder of a lost abundance
the flair of...
#LifeAsAWriter
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Elitist
Fixed with obedience
To feed is to bleed
in the folds of the paper
Are the words of their creed
The greed of the elitist
the needs of the frail
Beneath all of our bridges
is just salt in a pail
they’ll dredge you of honour
They’ll mar you of shine
They’ll keep you compliant
As they feather the line
When you lose all that matters
When you’re nipped of your vow
When you’re stripped of your patience
And you’re gripped in the now
The rule of the system
Overarching and grey
The grit of the mimics
With...
To feed is to bleed
in the folds of the paper
Are the words of their creed
The greed of the elitist
the needs of the frail
Beneath all of our bridges
is just salt in a pail
they’ll dredge you of honour
They’ll mar you of shine
They’ll keep you compliant
As they feather the line
When you lose all that matters
When you’re nipped of your vow
When you’re stripped of your patience
And you’re gripped in the now
The rule of the system
Overarching and grey
The grit of the mimics
With...
#corruption
#dark
#greed #poverty
#greed #poverty
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The idle, unbroken
The clouds are dreary
Piqued and bleary
In their tainted, furious core
severely clapping
There came a rapping
lapping up the moor
The velvet grazing of crimson draping
razing in the fore
be still the rapid breath, one should
And the hurling of its lore
Sudden darkness clearing
I stood there peering
Into its feathered core
violence, bespoken
the idle, unbroken
And my wilted words, “no more,”
The clouds are churning,
the swell returning
even blacker than...
Piqued and bleary
In their tainted, furious core
severely clapping
There came a rapping
lapping up the moor
The velvet grazing of crimson draping
razing in the fore
be still the rapid breath, one should
And the hurling of its lore
Sudden darkness clearing
I stood there peering
Into its feathered core
violence, bespoken
the idle, unbroken
And my wilted words, “no more,”
The clouds are churning,
the swell returning
even blacker than...
#dark
#EdgarAllanPoe
#parody
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A tincture of bold
Silvering the cloth
That wicks out the cold
Garish
Audacious
A tincture of bold
A jilted society
The buyers of scold
Incompliant
Unruly
Emboldened in gold
Subtle voice of manipulation
A thief in the fold
Heedless
Regardless
And hard to unfold
Salty quips of a lover
lascivious, sixfold
Lustful
Salacious
A wanton enfold
That wicks out the cold
Garish
Audacious
A tincture of bold
A jilted society
The buyers of scold
Incompliant
Unruly
Emboldened in gold
Subtle voice of manipulation
A thief in the fold
Heedless
Regardless
And hard to unfold
Salty quips of a lover
lascivious, sixfold
Lustful
Salacious
A wanton enfold
#LifeAsAWriter
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The Salem eleven
Round the table
Dressed in sable
Their chants are drawing nigh
To settle in
Affixed in sin
As the moon is tethered high
To shave the page
of the wicked mage
A curse within a quip
The eye of newt
In our solute
No more than just a snip
Fox entrails
with cleaver flails
Chopping up the flesh
A drip of rum
Through a monkey’s thumb
Oozing through the mesh
Shall not dilute
The owl’s hoot
Singing in the broth
De-shelled snails
And merman wails
And a flea from a bitten sloth
To dine...
Dressed in sable
Their chants are drawing nigh
To settle in
Affixed in sin
As the moon is tethered high
To shave the page
of the wicked mage
A curse within a quip
The eye of newt
In our solute
No more than just a snip
Fox entrails
with cleaver flails
Chopping up the flesh
A drip of rum
Through a monkey’s thumb
Oozing through the mesh
Shall not dilute
The owl’s hoot
Singing in the broth
De-shelled snails
And merman wails
And a flea from a bitten sloth
To dine...
#dark
#Halloween
#witches
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The arc of the pine— with Thepalestrider
The virulent tempest
In the cruel blade of midday
Now rages forth unyielding
An ovation in grey
The crease of the fescue
The arc of the pine
Bend and break before it
In a most crooked line
Mantled eclipses
With sable designs
Spread shadow like poison
Through trembling vines
Now dusk is no refuge
For the storm still proceeds
With lightning that rends
Both the sky and the trees
The rocks split asunder
Where the fire takes hold
And the world burns...
In the cruel blade of midday
Now rages forth unyielding
An ovation in grey
The crease of the fescue
The arc of the pine
Bend and break before it
In a most crooked line
Mantled eclipses
With sable designs
Spread shadow like poison
Through trembling vines
Now dusk is no refuge
For the storm still proceeds
With lightning that rends
Both the sky and the trees
The rocks split asunder
Where the fire takes hold
And the world burns...
#rain
#storm
#wind
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The static of the hull
Bold and primal, the rumination
Simmering amidst a peerless mask;
scarlet dissections are hoarded up; in the style of mire
poaching an absent tone.
Sensations that wind the tirade of fermentation
strangles my pride’s crimson sheath
acquainting its sting like a wasp
to evanescence
Into the static of the hull.
We are fraught with what once was; with whom we are
rewriting all evaluations
between the hiccup of wild and tether:
Sheer veils mixed with sheer notions
The inclined wanderer dallies along the residuals ...
Simmering amidst a peerless mask;
scarlet dissections are hoarded up; in the style of mire
poaching an absent tone.
Sensations that wind the tirade of fermentation
strangles my pride’s crimson sheath
acquainting its sting like a wasp
to evanescence
Into the static of the hull.
We are fraught with what once was; with whom we are
rewriting all evaluations
between the hiccup of wild and tether:
Sheer veils mixed with sheer notions
The inclined wanderer dallies along the residuals ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#dark
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2 Comments
A blind man’s longing
Wading through life under sable waters
Closed in
Insecure, at best
I finger the void in search of clarity
But the sincerity of the empty is perpetual
My blindness unclothes me
I am an artist’s blank canvas
I am a sculpture, unchiselled
I am a scripture not fully written of this life;
my quill dipped in the tincture of venom
Black stains every inch of my fragments
and I am enslaved by the world this bastard paints
Darkness— in bold
My world writ of yearning
Inundation of hues in the parlour ...
Closed in
Insecure, at best
I finger the void in search of clarity
But the sincerity of the empty is perpetual
My blindness unclothes me
I am an artist’s blank canvas
I am a sculpture, unchiselled
I am a scripture not fully written of this life;
my quill dipped in the tincture of venom
Black stains every inch of my fragments
and I am enslaved by the world this bastard paints
Darkness— in bold
My world writ of yearning
Inundation of hues in the parlour ...
#LifeAsAWriter
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6 Comments
Diablerie
The coven wade through depths of ruin
To reach the clearest cove
over blackened vines
the moon still shines
Amidst the bleakest grove
Earth and water, fire and air
From east unto the south
The witches convey
A ritual soirée
Of chortle from thy mouth
Hail to the watcher of the noblest divine
And the power of exquisite volition
Invoking the page
Of the fairest of sage
An element of the commission
We call upon the devils quill
That writ this salutation
The runes are cast
The chalice...
To reach the clearest cove
over blackened vines
the moon still shines
Amidst the bleakest grove
Earth and water, fire and air
From east unto the south
The witches convey
A ritual soirée
Of chortle from thy mouth
Hail to the watcher of the noblest divine
And the power of exquisite volition
Invoking the page
Of the fairest of sage
An element of the commission
We call upon the devils quill
That writ this salutation
The runes are cast
The chalice...
#Halloween
#witches
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5 Comments
Milling the shallow
insanity never felt this smooth—
As the lone misbegotten,
the forgotten,
the frail
Fermenting behind placid torrents of scale
The spoils of the tincture
The madman who bellows
In shafts of a scripture
In the pages that yellow
Impassioned
Dishonest
Contained with mixed hallow
The devil’s disdain
is in milling the shallow
As the lone misbegotten,
the forgotten,
the frail
Fermenting behind placid torrents of scale
The spoils of the tincture
The madman who bellows
In shafts of a scripture
In the pages that yellow
Impassioned
Dishonest
Contained with mixed hallow
The devil’s disdain
is in milling the shallow
#dark
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Griming the ivory
The depth of your sorrow was visual
Written in the tattoos that you wore
You were discarded, forgotten and empty
We offered you roses
but you fixated on the thorns
Just thirty-one
and already
so broken
The drugs were your handler
Laying out every waking second
A lifestyle tethered to your spirit like moss
Covering every inch with its breadth
Parading over the ledges of death
To choke you of life
and honour
Darkness moped over your existence
Griming your ivory
Paling your blood ...
Written in the tattoos that you wore
You were discarded, forgotten and empty
We offered you roses
but you fixated on the thorns
Just thirty-one
and already
so broken
The drugs were your handler
Laying out every waking second
A lifestyle tethered to your spirit like moss
Covering every inch with its breadth
Parading over the ledges of death
To choke you of life
and honour
Darkness moped over your existence
Griming your ivory
Paling your blood ...
#dark
#murder
#sadness
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Of an errant god
Thus with most perfect fidelity
Thus with meticulous consideration of oneself
A meddlesome thought arose
That of which was already on the verge of authenticity
Of an errant god
Who chose to lessen the burden of a certain future
By introducing his misconstruction of a world
Where insanity is not forbidden,
It is key
Thus with meticulous consideration of oneself
A meddlesome thought arose
That of which was already on the verge of authenticity
Of an errant god
Who chose to lessen the burden of a certain future
By introducing his misconstruction of a world
Where insanity is not forbidden,
It is key
#dark
#evil
#suffering
89 reads
3 Comments
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